Bipolar Inmate Diary

I never felt more like slinging my shoes

At the screws with that headline news

Listen while I’m telling yous

It’s rotten here in jail

You will find us in attendance

A rude gang of bad defendants

Drugged up TV dependants

No rehab no repentance

Heaven and hell in the same sentence

Rotten here in jail

Wide awake at the daylight hour

With a cloud o’powder and a perishing shower

Soap with the scent of a septic flower

Rotten here in jail

Barely lawful fucking awful

Awful bad in jail

Banged up in a stinking cage

With five guys all twice my age

Whose list of misdemeanours range

From road rape to date rage

It long ago went past the stage of

Rotten here in jail

Rotten here in jail

The communal telly’s gone

Everybody knows one of us has got it but

Won’t say which one

And he’s too scared to turn it on

I’m getting grief from this terrorist

He says I’m a moral derelict

He’s an armchair psychotherapist

Nobody likes a clever dick

It’s rotten here in jail

It helps to pass the bird lime

Sitting around to write this rhyme

I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m

Glad I done that fucking crime

It’s rotten here in jail

We got a shop I bought a bong

Since then I’ve been on the mong

The customer who’s always wrong

Rotten here in jail

With a bottle of binge and a bag of weed

I feel I’m part of a pampered breed

PAROLE that’s all I need

Rotten here in jail

Choice Iranian on my foil

It runs like virgin olive oil

It makes your fucking blood recoil

I’m living the life of a decadent royal

It could spoil – It could spoil you

It could spoil you rotten here

Rotten here in jail

Bad news in the mail

I sleep like a log I’m a pure dog

Rotten here in jail

Alone at last – Nirvana

Oh yeah king banana

Just me and Mrs Palmer

At it like a melon farmer

Rotten here in jail

They got me shifting shale

Bent double with a short shovel

Rotten here in jail

Run you ragged and rob you blind

Do the time and I won’t mind

Take it easy – unwind

In a win-win situation kinda

Rotten here in jail

If it comes on top well I can’t fuck off

Rotten here in jail

Shuffling around in shite shoes

Supplied with drugs and booze

Every substance a guy could abuse

You must have seen it on the Ten O’Clock News

Rotten here in jail

Rotten here in jail

It’s an open prison since the roof went missing

Rotten here in jail

Me I’ve never been so free

Trouble is neither has he

And him and him

And that he or she

Rotten here in jail

Keep your head down till you bed down

Rotten here in jail

He was clean but now dag nab it

He got himself a brand new habit

He sucks your dick he’s the faggot

Rotten here in jail

The library’s bound to fail

Since the sudden departure of Jeffrey Archer

It’s Rotten here in jail

Is the food awful – is it F

Is the awful are you deaf

Is the food awful – is it F

It’s cooked from fresh till there’s nothing left

By a tax-dodging celebrity chef

Rotten here in jail

You’d have to forage to find any porridge

Rotten here in jail

A nice bit of steak and the odd potato

Clean socks on the radiator

Can’t complain but check me later

Rotten here in jail

When somebody dies it’s a nice surprise

Rotten here in jail

Parf parf toot toot

One day when I ain’t so cute

I’ll be kicking your arse with a solid gold boot

Rotten here in jail

Election night – get my coat

Vote vote vote for Raoul Moat

A punch up the throat that’s all she wrote

ROTTEN – HERE – JAIL